When the first breath of winter through the flowers is icing
And you look to the north and a pale moon is rising
And it seems like all is dying and would leave the world to mourn
In the distance hear the laughter of the last unicorn
I'm alive, I'm alive
When the last moon is cast over the last star of morning
And the future has passed without even a last desperate warning
Then look into the sky where through the clouds a path is formed
Look and see her how she sparkles, it's the last unicorn.....
I'm alive, I'm alive
TO DREAM IS TO BELIEVE (c)By Sjaani
To dream is to believe I'm told
So dream of them I do.
But dreaming never seems to help
My wishes to come true
My wish is not to meet one
Nor to have one as a pet
But know they have existed
Or perhaps....
May still yet!
Reality's a state of mind
Where freedom can't be found
So keep your mind alert my friend
Not staring at the ground
The Unicorns that I can see
Are surely in my mind.
But, did Unicorns once roam our lands
Who have now been left behind?
A healthy imagination?
A myth? A fantasy?
I'll never let no ogres take
My dreams away from me!
The Silver Unicorn
I
am a
creature
out of myth
so lovely to behold
my fur a shining,
glowing
white my horn silver,
not gold
through forests old I travel on,
my
reign knows of no end
'tho many try to
capture me myself I can defend
my voice is soft
as springtime rain
my temperament is
sweet
and when I travel 'cross the
land I fly upon my feet
I love to
take my evening walks with
moonlight in the sky
immortal and so
beautiful
the
unicorn
am
I
(c) "Amalthea Celebras" K.C. Fahel 25 July 1996
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The Unicorn stood like a king in a dream,
On the bank of a dark Senegambian stream;
And flaming flamingoes flew over his head,
As the African sun rose in purple and red.
Who knows what the thoughts of a Unicorn are,
When he shines on the world like a rising star?
When he comes from the magical pages of story,
The Unicorn In the pride of his horn and a halo of glory?
He followed the path where the jungle beasts go,
And he walked with a step that was stately and slow;
But he threw not a shadow, and made not a sound,
And his foot was as light as the wind on the ground.
The lion looked up with his terrible eyes,
and growled like the thunder to hide his surprize.
He thought for awhile, with a paw in the air;
Then he tucked up his tail and turned into his lair.
The gentle giraffe ran away to relate,
The news to his tawny and elegant mate.
While the snake slid aside with a venomous hiss,
And the little birds piped: "There is something amiss!"
But the Unicorn strode with his head in a cloud,
And uttered his innocent fancies aloud.
"What a wonderful world!" he was heard to exclaim;
"It is better than books, it is sweeter than fame!"
He has paused for a word in the midst of his pride,
When a whisper came down through the leaves at his side.
From a spying, malevolent imp of an Ape.
With a twist in his tail and a villainous shape:
He was made by the stroke of a fanciful pen;
He was wholly invented by ignorant men.
'One word in his ear, and one puff of the truth...
And a Unicorn fades in the flower of his youth.'
The Unicorn heard, and the demon of doubt,
Crept into his heart, and the sun was put out.
He looked in the water, but saw not a gleam,
In the slow-flowing deep Senegambian stream.
He turned to the woods, and his shadowy form;
Was seen through the trees, like the moon in a storm.
And the darkness fell down on the Gambian Plain;
And the stars of the Senegal sought him in vain.
He had come like a beautiful melody heard,
When the strings of the fiddle are tunefully stirred;
And he passed where the splendors of melody go,
When the hand of the fiddler surrenders the bow.
{ Written by: E.V. Rieu }
Pegasus
A horse with wings is what I saw;
One dark-blue, moonlit night.
It's head was high and watching;
With wings prepared for flight.
I could not stop with just a glance,
I wanted to move closer.
I knew it was quite a risk,
And by doing so, I might lose her.
But before my feet would take me there,
Before I even knew it,
A silver streak came from the North;
It was clear that "wings" called to it.
It was an exquisite Unicorn;
Handsome, tall and fair.
He galloped fire as he came,
For he knew who was waiting there.
As wings and horn came together;
It was artful, strong, and true.
They were meant to be with one another,
On this night of moonlit dark-blue.
And so it was...for me at least,
Magic beyond belief.
Throughout my life I will always recall.....
Wings, and horns and me.
I have seen a Unicorn
he entered through a dream
And left his mark upon my heart
as we walked beside a stream
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